Turn Up The Lights. I Don't Want

There Was Clearly Nothing To Do But Flop Down On The Shabby Little Couch And Howl.

There Was Clearly Nothing To Do But Flop Down On The Shabby Little Couch And Howl. So Della Did It. Which Instigates The Moral Reflection That Life Is Made Up Of Sobs, Sniffles, And Smiles, With Sniffles Predominating.

He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine And Blood-red Tissue And Clear Weather.

History Is Bright And Fiction Dull With Homely Men Who Have Charmed Women.

Not Very Long Ago Some One Invented The Assertion That There Were Only "four Hundred" People In New York City Who Were Really Worth Noticing. But A Wiser Man Has Arisen - The Census Taker - And His Larger Estimate Of Human Interest Has Been Preferred In Marking Out The Field Of These Little Stories Of The "four Million.